After a shower, wash my jocks, as I can’t keep turning them inside out and same goes for my singlet, I relaxed, and then went for a walk. Met a couple of pilgrims I’ve been saying hi to and enjoyed a bèer. William from Germany, and Adrian from Holland. I’m starting to wonder if there is any one left in Holland to turn the lights off tonight. Inge is on her way back,that will be her job. I  then entered the beautiful church, and said a prayer for our grandson Teddy. Ended the evening having a beer with Helen and Mark, and Mark and I had a kebab wrapped in pita bread before calling it a night,as we couldn’t find a restaurant. This morning, the jungle telegram said rain.I left with Helen and Mark, Poncho within reach.Stopped at cafe, filled my flask while they had a hot drink. Mark took off his wet weather gear, and we started walking. Five minutes later,it started to spit with a freezing fresh wind. Mark quickly changed his mind and resorted back to his wet weather gear. I kept walking as I  chose the flatter route following the road. Mark and Helen were taking the alternative route, up and down the mountains. I would liked to have joined them, but my knee is still dicky and I didn’t want to chance my luck on the more scenic route. My climb would be enough for me today. Soon after leaving my pommy friends, I ran into Beth from Canada. Hadn’t seen her for a while. We came across a number of familiar faces, including Adrian and William, Tom and his family, and many others. We stopped at a cafe, and later when the sun arrived and the wind dropped a nice spot along the river. There were times that there were many vineyards, but that’s about how good the views were today. The road wasn’t too bad, traffic wasn’t that bad. I told Beth about the main and his donkey, and she hopes that she will come across him some time. After me telling her, we rounded a corner, and who is sitting there?the man. His donkey was also there, but he was standing. After more donkey photos and chatting to the man, we walked on.I thought by now I must be getting close to my albergue, and when Beth decided to use the facility at the last cafe before the edge of the village, I thought I would check Brierly’s book to see how much further I had to go. When I showed a local the name, she told me I had walked three hundred metres too far. Lucky Beth needed that pee, or I would have walked another couple of kilometres before checking. I said beun camino to Beth and walked back to where the donkey was. With all the excitement around the donkey, I didn’t bother to see the name of the albergue. Only ten beds in this beautiful old restored barn. The albergue owner, the nicest man you could meet. When he realised I was Australian,he played a great trick on me. He had hidden one of those tiny little tubs of Vegemite in my camino crededential. Absolutely amazing. I have no idea where he would have got it. He told me in his opinion, eating Vegemite, is like licking the tar on the road. I had a hot shower, rested on my bed and watched as other pilgrims arrived, including my two pommy friends. Tonight should be fun, as we share a pilgrim’s dinner in the albergue